Temptation bathes underthe desert night sky
in a far off Jerusalem.
She is naked breast,
innocent eye, and I;
I am David’s lust
from the roof tops
of Manhattan.
Smeared lipstick desire,
black lace regret
as sweat and screams
eclipse the sunrise.
Come this day, this ache,
this disregard of consequence
and the distant wail of Uriah.
Shadows will descend,
and a penitent man will weep
in sackcloth and ashes
but not tonight: Tonight
I am her King.
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15 comments:
What ever happened to sackcloth and ashes? It's almost like everybody suddenly became clean unto their G-d.
Loved reading this piece and glad i stopped by, lovely blog too :)
Wild Rose~
this one left me breathless - knowing the story well - and you managed to drag it into today - WOW!!!!
super tense and breath taking..
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the delicacy lingers long after reading...
lovely.
Elegant, period.
Oh man oh man!! The story of King David told brilliantly in poetic form. This piece is a masterpiece and needs/must be published somewhere. The finest piece I read yet Steven. Bravo my poet friend, bravo!!
Should have killed uriah.. Beautiful poem
An awesome ending line!
Awesome writing. Very well done!
Her eis my offering for this first Gooseberry Garden picnic: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/21/this-eden/
Beautiful poetry!!!! :) I dig it!
Here's my offering this week: http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/08/21/vanished/
quite fitting, well put.
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beautiful and breath taking.
Thanks for sharing.
Very nice. Love how you set the whole scene and brought it into the 21 century. Well done!
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